Keep It Real

Lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Doggy Dogg] And now, our national anthem It's goin' down, West Coast A toast to the coast, West Coast! I got my nigga, Mack 10 up in the house from the Westside Connect' My nigga Deadly Threat from the L.A. Zoo LBC Crew, D.P.G, West Coast finest Here's a toast to the coast! [Mack 10] What have we? A house full of Cavi, no stress Well-known riders from different sides of the West Got the hi-zoes lickin' up, so hard we're stickin' up How could the East Coast win when the West Coast is clickin' up? So please, no set trip about C's and B's It's the Westside Connect' with the D-P-G's For the cheese, we're jab with the gift of the gab always cappin' Mack 10 and Snoop rappin', now how does that happen? It's all good, fool, so peep game if you could Snoop be from Long Beach, and I be from Inglewood So now you despise, 'cause it came to your surprise Two well known enemies now becomin' allies In Californ-I-A; we parley the G way Some wear red and black, and some sport (Blue and gray!) But gangsters don't dance, we hang-boogie and bang So it's the Westside Connect' with the Dogg Pound Gang [Chorus 2X: Snoop Doggy Dogg] We are party people, West Coast gangsters are party people (Rock the party ya'll) (Rock the party ya'll) (Rock the party ya'll) We are party people, West Coast gangsters are party people (Rock the party ya'll) (Rock the party ya'll) (Rock the party ya'll) Party people, party people; do you wanna get funky? Get down.. get down.. you know.. [Bad Azz] Up jump the boogie, so I've jumped up with it We smoke weed by the ounce, no hit it It's a party, Bombay and Bacardi, Ol' E. and Hennessy We're all heated just in case; any of my enemies slipped in Tripped in, you don't wanna own a casket this soon Get at the bitches, nigga, bump to the boom The ladies love me 'cause I love myself I'm like an age, by no wine in time you'll find; I'm at the top of the shelf So when you ready and you're crackin' a sip Strip, trip, slide around your house in your slippers Bumpin' rap tunes that's as cold as the Whispers Fantastic, brand new in this classic We done mellowed out, but you still get your ass kicked It's Mr. Bad Azz, I rock microphones right West Coast, East Side, for life! [Techniec] It ain't no need for the frontin' black, between me and you Reality bites, so I'ma keep it real wit' my crew I'm dangerous like Michael 'Til my life cycle completes the last stages I'm more, I'm through, definitely gauges is outrageous 'Cause I was born to rock the party Oh, now you're Mister Smarty because we got the show started? I'm cold hearted, and won't stop what I'm revealin' Leave it up to the West to have them dancin' on the ceilin' And I'm feelin', that vibe that represents the East I attack like a pack, I make 'em burn like grease So let the nonsense cease, and hold my piece in case Reel-to-reel come to deal, I have to give 'em a taste I serve face to face, rhymes define by Tech Versatile style done switched up to wreck your whole set [Interlude: Snoop Doggy Dogg] That's real, you know It's gettin' kind funky here man, mmm.. [Kurupt] Mack 10 is the lick, Dogg Pound is the clique I can't get enough of this gangster shit My name ain't +Jeru+ and I ain't out to +Dama-ja+ But when on the mic, emcees to me, they're all amateurs See the opponents; disassemble the components Disassemble the opponents, then disappear in a moment In a blink's time, I take time in the doorway to crime With a criminal mind, the raw kind Microphones used so abusively You can't fuck with the K-U-R-U-P-T And in the mixture, painted clearer than a picture Recitin' them suicidal scriptures will 'cause a twist and get ya twisted You fuckin' with the unlisted To be specific; niggas ain't bein' realistic I ain't impressed, you're about to get your chest test In the west; where it's about your money and your set [Deadly Threat] You East Coast niggas flow like the home grown grow Zoo got the flavor, every color for the rainbow Dream, on out far, pass the stars Your styles ain't doper than ours Hard to the core, hit it one time, hit it some more Y'all spit, but that West Coast shit is out doors Wild like Ninety Days in the cage Cold like the Everglades, and never fades Me, C, the Z, to the T Beef? Bet' not let me catch you in the streets Bang, cracked in the fast lane (Bang, bang!) The melody by Deadly, the Dopeman [Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg] Yeah yeah yeah, there you have it It's like magic, it's so tragic The West Coast, Hoo-Bangin', Westside Connect', L.A. Zoo L-B-C Crew, and you know about the infamous D-P-G's We make them freeze to their knees, real G's Keep it real though!